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Originally Posted by Boomer

What!

Paula Deen??!!!

Paula Deen -- aaaaaaauuuughhhhh!!!!! -- That butter-slathering siren.

Ohhhhhh, I fear her so. I know I have told you before about how I know that Paula Deen is the one woman in the world that Mr. Boomer would leave me for.

I can see the telltale signs.

If I foolishly leave the television on the Food Network and Paula Deen shows up and Mr. Boomer happens to wander into the room, he stops in his tracks. He stares. Stands there. Slack-jawed. Glassy-eyed. Just gazing at Paula there in her kitchen.

Ohhhhhh, I know what he is thinking.

It is no mystery that I would be history if Paula Deen so much as gave Mr. Boomer a glance.

Ohhhhh, I can just hear her now, in that syrupy-sweetest, most melodious, southern accent, saying to Mr. Boomer, “Hai theruh, Mr. Boomer. Aren’t you just about the most charmin’ thang I evuh did see. Well, how ‘bout you just bring your darlin’ self right on over here to my house and have yourself some fried chicken and some nice fluffy biscuits and some of my very special chocolate cake.”

Ohhhhhh, I sure will not be hiring Paula Deen.

Boomer......ain't no fool

Knew that would get a rise outta yah Boomer dahlin' .....you certainly rattled the 'ol barn door and shook oll the animules up thar gal....

llllllaffin' hil-ary-usly, barb